At the same time, in Zhan Wuji's ears, Ji Lu's hoarse and charming voice sounded: "Don't resist!" ”

"I'm your favorite person."

This unfamiliar voice gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if calling to him, telling him not to struggle, not to resist, not to dodge, not to dodge, not to struggle, to struggle, to dodge, to bear everything.

But in the next moment, Zhan Wuji suddenly came back to his senses, and the Nine Spirits Sword swung violently!

Ji Lu immediately changed his style of play, his arms were raised, and his white clothes were flying.

Laugh at!

A blood light flickered, blood splashed, a slender jade arm rose to the sky, blood sprinkled like raindrops, Ji Lu's figure flashed, she had retreated dozens of meters away, her appearance was still beautiful, but the sleeves were cut off, blood flowed down from under her sleeves, stained her whole body, and a few drops of blood, flowing down her cheeks, like a blooming flower, and like a blooming white lotus, beautiful with a trace of sadness.

Ji Lu's beautiful eyes, with a hint of coldness, took a deep look at Zhan Wuji.

Zhan Wuji's clothes fluttered, his feet stepped on the void, and he said coldly: "Sect Master Ji, under absolute power, this kind of little trick is not worth mentioning at all!" ”

When the words fell, he no longer kept it, and the Nine Spirits Sword slashed out, and waves of blood surged out, sweeping towards Ji Lu.

Whoosh ......

That touch of coldness, like a cold ice, the intention of killing, like a river, surging turbid waves, surging, as if to swallow Ji Lu, his Peng bird, and his chariot, all of them.

Seeing the "bang", rushing back to himself, Ji Lu smiled slightly, the red lips were as red as blood, and the snowy skin was extremely beautiful, the smile on his face became more and more hideous, his body was motionless, and the severed arm immediately grew out of countless flesh and blood, and in a blink of an eye, an arm that was exactly the same as before appeared on his body.

At the same time, his momentum is also constantly improving, getting stronger and stronger!

Ji Lu was dressed in white, and the golden ring on his body flashed, in the eyes of others, it seemed that there was no change, but in Zhan Wuji's opinion, his figure suddenly changed, suddenly became Senior Sister Li, suddenly became Si Hong, and suddenly became Yan Huaming.

Her voice was hoarse, with a bit of charm: "Even if you see through all this, so what? ”

"You can't kill me anymore!"

"And I, just kill you once!"

After speaking, Ji Lu squeezed his hands, and a majestic wave suddenly gushed out behind him, which was a gray waterfall condensed by the power of pure yin, rumbling and rushing, among them, they were handsome young people, they were fat or fat, thin or short, their bodies were crystal clear, with a strong hatred, their eyes were red, they roared angrily, and they rushed towards the battle of Wuji.

Whoosh ......

One after another, the black horses covered the heavens and the earth, and with lightning speed, they rushed towards the rolling red.

The sword light was vertical and horizontal, like a big net, covering the entire sky, and in an instant, all the unjust souls were killed, and all the yin spirits were killed.

The cold blade cut through the space, and disappeared without a trace, still with a terrible whistling sound, slashing towards that Ji Lu's head.

Sneer......

In an instant, countless sword qi penetrated Ji Lu's body, beating him all over his body, and blood was splattering, but his vitality was intact, and in the blink of an eye, his wounds were healed, and his momentum was also rising, vaguely similar to Zhan Wuji!

Ji Lu was dressed in white and danced, like flying snowflakes, and it was another magic duel!

In the sky, a scarlet scarlet suddenly appeared, like blood.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sky turned into pitch black, like a pitch-black ocean, and in this darkness, human heads, like huge meat buns, hung above the sky.

Each head is very young, about five years old, their eyes are tightly closed, and there are complex and mysterious lines on their foreheads, exuding a rich evil aura.

Click, click, click......

Bean-sized raindrops suddenly fell from the sky, followed by another torrential rain, and countless black blood gushed out from the rain, with resentment, jealousy, curses, malice, and thick smoke, instantly enveloping the whole world.

Zhan Wuji stood in mid-air, his expression was cold, and the Nine Spirit Sword in his hand directly tore apart this space, and slashed it with a sword!

The cold light flickered, the cold light overflowed, and everywhere it passed, the blood color dissipated, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, cutting a hole in the sky. At the same time, in Chen Xi's eyes, runes criss-crossed one after another, like a long whale sucking water, absorbing all kinds of anger and resentment in the void.

In just a few seconds, the night returned to silence, the human head, the blood-colored ocean, and the blood-colored storm were all wiped away, and the roaring sword light once again cut that Ji Lu into thousands of pieces, like a piece of freshly baked flesh and blood.

However, he quickly returned to normal, and even his white robe was spotless, as if the first snow had been piled up, and in this strange environment, there was a sense of sacredness.

The momentum on his body is even worse than before.

Zhan Wuji frowned slightly, this Ji Sect Master always fought with him in the name of Senior Sister Li, Si Hongting and Yan Minghua, and when he let himself use his magical powers, he always had a very uncomfortable feeling.

Wait a minute!

Sect Leader Ji's appearance has not changed in the slightest, how could he regard her as Senior Sister Li, as Si Hong and Yan Minghua?

Could it be the illusion from before?

Without any hesitation, one by one, the powerful hands were sealed, and in an instant, the wind was fierce, the sea of blood was rolling, and a corpse puppet demon appeared, and one by one, babies and nightmarish monsters were slaughtered towards Zhan Wuji!

At the same time, there were also circles of ripples around Na Ji Lu's body, and then, from that void, two figures exactly like him walked out, barefoot, wearing a white robe and a gold ring.

In the next moment, the three clones disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

Seeing the overwhelming attack, Zhan Wuji immediately calmed down, and with a loud shout, the Nine Spirits Sword slashed out.

The sword aura is all-encompassing, magnificent, and sweeping in all directions.

Bang bang......

One after another, the divine powers were annihilated by the majestic sword qi, and then turned into a streamer, crossing the void, pointing directly at those Supreme Elders.

Several great supernatural beings were indifferent and motionless, but their figures were like a splashed ink painting, quickly dissipating and disappearing.

Just as Zhan Wuji was about to strike again, a shadow suddenly appeared, his slender arms stretched out, his five fingers became claws, and his nails were thick with blood, like a sharp dagger, stabbing him to the heart!

Si Hong fell into the city.

No!

It's not Si Hong pouring snow!